His eyes seemed deep in thought
Face mesmerized by an unknown joy
His hand held a glass of chilled wine
As he looked to keep the crowd busy
He walked in a straight line
Although others saw him wobble along
In his mind, he spoke flawless theories
Which were disjointed words to the people around
He seemed to find a solution to all problems
Yet making problems of all solutions
He was in his finest behavior with men and women
But men disliked while women seemed to cower in fear at his sight
He ate his food with a devotional fervor
With two hands and loud voice
While he made sure everyone had a morsel
Including the tiny ant somewhere in the corner
He loved the attention that he got
Yet he did not understand the fuss as he hunkered
He really seemed to enjoy the company of all
So sad! No one reciprocated and labeled him a drunkard